Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun, when a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies, night will fall and the dark will rise, when a good man goes to war.

Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun, when a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies, night will fall and the dark will rise, when a good man goes to war.

Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun, when a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies, night will fall and the dark will rise, when a good man goes to war.

Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun, when a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies, night will fall and the dark will rise, when a good man goes to war.

« Anger is running through my vains, so fucked it's driving me insane. No health, no hope, nothing but pain. 30 years to go you said i should be the best, you said i have to prove myself, you said we're a family. 30 years ago. Stuck in the holy money game, gave me a number for a name, stole my life and kept the change. Hey man there's a riot goin'on ! »

This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is Leogran Snowhelm when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

Her eyes believed in mysteries, She would lay amongst the leaves of amber. Her spirit wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still and quiet, he loved her... When she would say... "Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me."

Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun, when a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies, night will fall and the dark will rise, when a good man goes to war.

Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun, when a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies, night will fall and the dark will rise, when a good man goes to war.

I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is Leogran Snowhelm when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun, when a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies, night will fall and the dark will rise, when a good man goes to war.

Her eyes believed in mysteries, She would lay amongst the leaves of amber. Her spirit wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still and quiet, he loved her... When she would say... "Promise me, when you see, a white rose you'll think of me."

When the Skaalds come after you, they never stop. They can run for hours, ride for days. They barely eat and rarely sleep. Sigrid, like the wolf, has learned to hunt from birth. It’s part sense, part instinct. She can read the terrain, search for signs of passing, run her quarry to ground and close in for the kill. Now, she hunts us. Now, we are the prey. CODE COULEUR : #605289

Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun, when a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies, night will fall and the dark will rise, when a good man goes to war.

When the Skaalds come after you, they never stop. They can run for hours, ride for days. They barely eat and rarely sleep. Sigrid, like the wolf, has learned to hunt from birth. It’s part sense, part instinct. She can read the terrain, search for signs of passing, run her quarry to ground and close in for the kill. Now, she hunts us. Now, we are the prey. CODE COULEUR : #605289

This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun, when a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies, night will fall and the dark will rise, when a good man goes to war.